Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing - A Military Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  No, if we were ever going to build a relationship, Dakota’s parents and I, it would be better off for everyone involved if I were introduced in smaller doses.

  “Which hotel?” his mother asked.

  “The Renaissance.”

  I watched as the old woman actually guffawed. “That’s not a hotel! It’s a bed and breakfast! You might as well stay he—”

  “Whatever.”

  The look she gave Dakota was venomous. I saw him glance to his father pleadingly, but there was no help there either.

  “Fine,” his mother said with mock impassivity. “I suppose you won’t be eating here either?”

  Dakota took her by the arms. “Don’t be ridiculous momma, of course we’re eating here.”

  For a moment his mother’s facade fell, and I caught a glimpse of the kind, caring woman beneath. I could see the closeness between them, lying just beneath the surface of her anger.

  “Fine then,” she sighed. “Better wash up.”

  Dakota smiled. “Thanks momma.”

  “Better show your friend…” she stopped herself. “I mean girlfriend…” She glanced over at me pointedly. “I mean fiancé where the bathroom is…”

  Twenty-Five

  SAMMARA

  It was an awkward night, but somehow I got through it. I focused my attention mostly on listening, and speaking only when spoken to. It was something so completely foreign and unlike me, it was like being a different person altogether.

  Under any other circumstances, I would’ve told these people to piss off. But these were Dakota’s parents. They loved him and cared for him and raised him into the beautiful person I knew and loved.

  Therefore, they deserved leeway.

  Every time his mother’s withering gaze swung my way, I smiled and nodded back politely. By the time the main course arrived, I was determined to kill her with kindness. I raved about her home, the food, and about how delicious everything smelled and tasted. When we were done eating I swept up our plates before she could do it herself, scraping them into the garbage and bringing them to the sink.

  Conversation during dinner was tense at best, but the one subject I could talk about with total impunity was Dakota himself. I asked about all the photos hung about the house — pictures of Dakota and his brothers through various stages of childhood. His mother spoke happily during those times, recalling tales and stories that were as eye-opening as they were hilarious. And she did it all with the biggest, most genuine smile on her face… and without a hint of sarcasm thrown in my direction.

  I made some headway with his father too. We had a few little side conversations while his mother was busy with my fiancé, talking mostly about the farm, how it had changed over the years, and even the construction of the house itself. Dakota’s father was an almost professional handyman, and he’d built one of the barns out back from scratch. He seemed to appreciate my work very much, and was interested in what I was doing with Modern Vintage.

  Of course, whenever his mother noticed us getting along too well she put a stop to it. Usually with a quick, annoyed glance at her husband, or even me.

  By the end of the night I could tell they were tired, and I tapped Dakota’s leg beneath the table indicating I was looking to escape. Ten minutes later we were back in the truck, driving south to Kingsley, holding hands and interlocking our fingers like two fleeing teenagers who’d been under the scrutiny of parents all night long.

  “You were a rock star,” he told me, kissing the back of my hand. “Thank you, darlin’. I know that wasn’t easy.”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” I smiled. “We’re spending a few days here, remember? Your mother and I still have plenty of time to get into a knock-down, drag-out, hair-pulling fight.”

  He laughed, but there was a nervousness there too. “You did great,” he said. “Better than great. Really.”

  ‘Great’ wasn’t exactly the term I’d use, but I’d definitely shown restraint. I hadn’t felt a connection though. His mother seemed to dislike me as much when I left as the moment I’d first arrived.

  Then again, I knew any relationship between us would take time. This woman had raised Dakota and then lost him to the Army — he was the only one of her sons who’d actually gone far away from home. He’d done it mostly to get out of Iowa. To see the world, to do more fantastic things than he could accomplish on and around the Bradley family farm.

  Yet Dakota was her baby. Her last-born. And as most mothers eventually did, she’d lost her son to a new woman; a future wife, a future life. That part she’d seen before, four other times already.

  Yet a life with me — not to mention Kyle, Ryan, and Jason — was wholly different. It seemed totally confusing and uncertain to her. Unorthodox at best.

  I tried imagining what it would be like if I had a son of my own, and suddenly I could understand the resentment on her part. Some of it anyway.

  “Listen, I know you wanted to stay there,” I said, as our truck pulled into the parking lot of the little bed and breakfast. “But this is for the best.”

  He nodded slowly. “I know.”

  “Besides,” I said with a wink. “You’ll thank me later.”

  Dakota carried our bags up the stairs as I checked us into our room on the top floor. It was a quaint little bedroom with its own master bath. A place that looked cuter — and much bigger — when I booked it online than it did right now.

  At least it wasn’t home though. Home without the other three…

  I sighed heavily. We still hadn’t heard from Kyle or Ryan, but at least Di Spatia had an idea of where they were. Jason however…

  I pushed the others out of my mind again. I’d come here to get away for a while. To take a break from work — and worry — and maybe forge some bonds with Dakota’s family. That wasn’t going to happen if I was sulking and obsessing.

  Besides… I had other things to focus on right now.

  Far more pleasurable things.

  A half hour later we were all settled in, unwinding at the end of a long day. Our room wasn’t all that bad, I’d decided, just a little on the smaller side. And since when did I mind cozy?

  “Thanks again for sucking it up today,” Dakota called out from one corner of the bed. I could hear him grunting sexily as he pulled his socks off. “You really were amaz—”

  His sentence died abruptly as I emerged from the bathroom. Simultaneously, he dropped what he was doing.

  “Funny you should say ‘sucking it up’,” I purred, leaning against the doorway. “I was about to suggest that. And you’re still wearing entirely too many clothes…”

  I was dressed in one of his favorite outfits; an electric-blue teddy with a black lace garter belt that rode up high on my hips. A set of snap-on garters were strapped to skin-tight, thigh-high stockings. And above that, a pair of matching lace panties…

  Crotchless panties.

  “We need some time together,” I said seductively, “you and me.”

  I stepped forward, standing tall before him. He didn’t resist as I pushed him back on the bed.

  “Quality time.”

  My lover’s eyes followed me downward as I sank to my knees before him. Gently, I pushed his thighs apart.

  “Sammara Dakota time.”

  He nodded dreamily, his eyes somewhere lost and far away. I stripped him quickly, wordlessly…

  The tiny bedroom absorbed his groan as I swallowed him.

  Twenty-Six

  DAKOTA

  Her mouth was molten as it moved up and down on my cock. I could feel myself growing hard in her throat, stiffening to the point where each stroke brought her head further and further away from my body.

  “Aww fuck, Sammara…”

  The last assignment had been hard. A lot of downtime. A lot of laying in the hide, unable to even swat at the mosquitoes. Watching for every wind change and doing the necessary internal calculations, all while waiting for confirmation of target.

  It was brutal, staring through the rifl
escope for hours on end, until the reticle was almost burned into my brain. The never-ending chirp of cicadas. The clicking of the bullet drop compensator…

  All of these things were historically tolerable. But not with Briggs gone. Not with my mind running through all the scenarios of what could’ve happened to him, and what we might need to do in order to bring him back.

  I’d been obsessed. So much that I even rushed the job. Luckily it all turned out for the greater good, even if it wasn’t my neatest work. But it got me back home quicker. Got me back to her…

  Sammara’s mouth traveled lower, beyond the base of my cock. She was stroking me now with one soft hand. Running her wet tongue all over my balls…

  Jesus Christ.

  It felt enormous. It always did. Thinking about her was my one respite while lying there on my stomach — a light in the darkness of my own mind. The oasis I went to, whenever I needed a cool drink.

  “Get up here.”

  I picked her up and threw her on the bed in one complete motion. She looked utterly fantastic. We smiled our own secret smile, then moved together with the same thing in mind; Sammara rolled on top of me, facing away, and I watched happily as she lowered her beautifully-kept pussy right onto my face…

  She tasted wonderful. Like warm, delectable honey. I lapped at her eagerly as she went down on me again, her full breasts pressed hotly against the hard, concave surface of my stomach.

  Sixty-nine was sort of our thing. I loved devouring Sammara more often than any of the other guys, and the taste of her was addicting. It didn’t matter where we were or what were doing — I’d bend her over at any given time throughout the day and just bury my face between her legs from behind.

  Likewise, she loved going down on my smooth, hard cock. Whenever any the others stumbled upon us going at it, more often than not we were locked in a steamy sixty-nine, devouring each other with all the appetite and enthusiasm of two teenagers discovering sex for the first time. Sometimes they joined in. Other times they left us alone — usually with a chuckle — to have our own fun.

  Right now we hadn’t had each other in way too long, and it definitely showed. My beautiful fiancé had me buried to the hilt in her throat, her long ringlets soft hair tickling the sensitive skin along the insides of my thighs.

  It would be so easy to lose it right now. To just let myself go, slipping into the pure white ecstasy of exploding into her mouth. Sammara would devour it greedily, too. She would moan and whimper while taking every last drop, keeping her lips sinfully tight around my member as I pulsed and convulsed and shot my entire hot load, straight into her belly.

  But that’s not what I wanted.

  “I have to fuck you…”

  I murmured the words into the soft warm petals of her delicate pink flower. If she heard them, she ignored them anyway. She kept on sucking.

  “Sammara… slow down…”

  I realized she knew what she was doing. She wasn’t letting me up. Instead she was hellbent on finishing me off in her mouth, regardless of how many times I kneaded her ass in protest.

  “I’m… I’m gonna…”

  She slowed down, then took me deep. As deep as I’d ever gone. So deep that her nose was buried in my scrotum, and I could hear her struggling to breathe.

  Oh my God…

  Her entire throat was closing around me, milking me like a machine, bringing me off. She pushed me just over the brink — right past the point of no return. And then, as my head lolled back and my teeth clenched tightly in anticipation?

  She leapt up… slid forward…

  … and buried the entire length of my cock in her sloppy wet pussy.

  “UNNNGGHHHH!”

  My scream was loud and primal — like an animal, calling for its mate. It came with the sweet release of a magnificent orgasm, one so powerful and overwhelming I saw grey darkness working its way inward along the edges of my vision.

  Oh… oh holy fuck!

  I came like a man possessed. My cock thumped and pulsed and danced, flooding her pussy as she rocked forward and back on my lower abdomen. Her hands were on my thighs, clawing for purchase. My own hands were on her perfect ass, squeezing tightly as I drained my balls inside her.

  “FUCKKKK…”

  I was still coming, still shooting as she climaxed around me. Her entire body convulsed at once, shuddering with pleasure as her brain was rocked by her own orgasm. One stroke… that’s all I got. That’s all it had taken for the both of us to come together, in this one, glorious, unforgettable moment.

  “Ohhh.. ohhh baby…”

  I saw her head fall forward, chin against chest. Her hair spilling down over her shoulders, her back, her breasts…

  She was spent.

  “Dakota…”

  She whimpered my name softly and with reverence, like it was some rare jewel. When I finally spun her around to kiss her she was actually crying. Tears of joy and fulfillment spilled from her eyes.

  “I missed you…”

  My heart wanted to explode. She was so gorgeous! So beautiful and vulnerable and pristinely perfect. I threw my arms around her and brought her down to the bed with me. In just seconds she was wrapped in my body — arms and legs and everything else — where I could keep her safe and secure from the rest of the world.

  “I love you,” I murmured, nuzzling her ear. I saw her skin stipple with goosebumps.

  But I needed her to know. To see. To understand. Gently, I turned her face so that our eyes locked, blue on blue. In that moment we were connected at the soul. Bonded beyond time.

  “You’re everything, Sammara,” I whispered, bending forward to kiss her. Softly, I brushed her tears away.

  “Everything.”

  Twenty-Seven

  SAMMARA

  We made love twice more before the sun came up, each time more amazing than the last. Dakota’s libido was insatiable. I myself was hornier than I’d been in what seemed like forever. In truth the distance had made us needy. Hungry. Greedy for one another.

  Therefore it wasn’t really a surprise that we stayed connected at the hip, kissing and grinding and exploding until morning. Dakota’s lips were warm and eager, his tongue so incredibly sexy dancing alongside mine. It had been a long time since we’d kissed like this. Since we’d stared into each other’s eyes without hurry, without the burdens and pressures of work, or the distractions of anyone other than us.

  By the time dawn cracked the sky we were both spent and exhausted, content to sleep lazily in each other’s arms. Neither one of us was willing to leave our warm, sex-soaked bed… until Dakota’s phone rang out loudly from the night table.

  “Shit! We’re going to miss breakfast!”

  He wasn’t talking about the plastic carafe of coffee and platter of stale bear-claws downstairs — two prerequisites that barely qualified the place as a bed and ‘breakfast’. No, he was talking about his mother’s legendary farmhouse breakfast. The one he’d eaten his whole childhood. The one Dakota had told stories about over and over again, until we’d all rolled our eyes and told him to shut up already.

  The one that had made him a six-and-a-half foot muscle-bound giant.

  “Maybe she’ll save us some?” I yawned, wincing as he pulled the curtains back. Sunlight struck me. I recoiled like a vampire being exposed at the end of a bad horror movie.

  “You don’t understand…” Dakota said, pulling on his boxers. “You don’t get it!”

  “I know I’m gonna need a shower at the very least,” I said. “Right now I look like I should be taking the walk of shame. Maybe two walks of shame, and a—”

  “Go!”

  He pulled me from the bed and shoved me into the bathroom, then proceeded to turn on the water. He would’ve showered me too, if he thought it would speed things up. But he had to get dressed himself.

  In the end I was rushed back to the truck — dripping hair and everything — and whisked away in a shower of spinning tires, dirt, and gravel. Ten minutes later we were turning i
nto the Bradley farm and skidding to a halt right before the front door. Dakota half-dragged, half-carried me into his mother’s kitchen, which smelled like the most amazing mixture of salty, sweet, and savory I’d ever inhaled through my not-so-innocent nostrils.

  “Sorry momma,” he uttered quickly, holding a chair out for me. “We completely lost track of—”

  “Oh, forget the excuses,” his mother snapped crisply. She slapped him on his butt just as he was sliding into his own seat. “Now you get to the wash room and get yourselves cleaned up!”

  Dakota jumped back up and looked at me pleadingly. I flashed him a half grin, but I didn’t need to be told twice.

  The bathroom was tiny but adorable, with some sort of handmade soap that created a rich, thick lather. We cleaned up together, and I slapped him playfully on the ass before returning to the table.

  “You know, your mother’s the only other woman in the world I’d let do that,” I admonished.

  Dakota grinned and flicked water in my face. “Yes ma’am.”

  I sat down in what had become ‘my’ seat, right next to his father who was reading the newspaper. He put it down as breakfast was served: a giant platter of fresh eggs, sizzling bacon, steaming hot biscuits, and some sort of thick white gravy that looked like wallpaper paste but tasted a thousand times better.

  We ate ravenously, our hunger sustained by our long, hot, sex-fueled night. The lack of sleep was wearing on us at first, but once we’d gotten in a few cups of his mother’s extremely robust coffee… my body was singing a much different tune.

  “More?” his mother asked, staring me down. It was the first time she’d directed a question at me all morning.

  “Yes please.”

  I ate another helping, even though I was full. I wanted to impress her. I wanted to fit in. Everything was rich and flavorful and amazing, especially the biscuits. They were probably soaked in butter and lard, but at this point I didn’t care.